She was nude, with her hair undone and fluffed over her bare shoulders and the licentious device that his satyr instincts had predicted were laid bare in the hardening of his hitherto listless member. There was never any doubt that she would rule tonight, that she would ride and that he would be her slave. From the inferior juxtaposition of his head to her breasts as his snake-tongue licked and sucked at her nipples, making them hard and letting them subside and then massaging and pressing her again to ensure she remained turned on, to the superior position she assumed even as his head looked up to her beautiful avocado shaped eyes and offered her lips to his entreating and pleading ones. it was clear that she was the Sheikha, and this her suzerainty.